Mo Tingfeng's strength had reached the Magnetic Condensation Realm Tenth Level, a clear cut above Yaen Wentao at the Ninth Level of Pulse Condensation Realm.
Although Ling Feng had indeed brought back many powerful martial techniques, in just a few days, it was simply impossible for the disciples to master them, especially since not everyone possessed abilities like the Heavenly Dao Eye to defy the heavens.
The two went up on stage, and within three moves, Mo Tingfeng had kicked Yaen Wentao to the ground, the sword edge flickering, unleashing waves of Sword Qi in all directions, forcing Yaen Wentao to roll around the ground, dodging the rainstorm-like attacks from Mo Tingfeng.
Ling Feng shook his head, suddenly stood up, and raised his voice, "This match, our Asking Immortal Sect admits defeat! Yaen Wentao, come down!"
"Oh?"
Mo Tingfeng stood with his sword sheathed, a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "A piece of trash from the Asking Immortal Sect is admitting defeat?"
